This past Wednesday I was feeling really down for no particular reason at all. It had just been a weird couple of days, I guess, and the weather was crummy, and I don't know, I was just not doing so well. And then I logged onto twitter and I saw a picture of a random stranger who looked too similar to my friend who died almost a year ago, and that's when I just lost it. This upcoming Wednesday would have been the 26th birthday of that friend of mine who lost a battle with depression last March. So, understandably, I wasn't having the best of days. After all, birthdays are a reason so celebrate another year of a life well lived. He didn't get that year.
I knew that the first year would be the hardest, and I was as ready for that as I could be. I was preparing myself for the one year mark.
For some reason, I forgot to prepare myself for his birthday.
So, Boyfriend set me up on the couch with a West Wing marathon while he went to the grocery store to pick up dinner, which is incredibly nice of him because I tend to get really bad anxiety inside of grocery stores and my pants have a tendency to fall off outside of them.
And that's when I took to Twitter.
Feeling really depressed tonight. Please send good vibes in whatever form you can.
— Emelie Samuelson (@AwkwardlyAlive) February 18, 2016
And then something miraculous happened:
I was flooded with pictures and gifs of puppies. I got puppies via text, via DMs, via emails. There were puppies everywhere. And suddenly I was crying and laughing all at once and everything was terrible and wonderful.
You're all so wonderful.